TRAUMAFESSIONS :: Reader Walt on Ghoulies

My cousin was sleeping over my house, and as kids are known to do, we decided to take all the sheets and blankets I had and create a “tent” that encompassed most of the room. We made sure to include my TV in our hideaway. On HBO was GHOULIES, and we were watching intently.

All of a sudden I hear my pet Cockatiel let out a horrible squawk and then a “thud.”

I popped my head out of our makeshift safe-haven to find Willie, feet-up at the bottom of the cage, now an ex-Cockatiel.

So from that day forward, every time I see the GHOULIES, I think of poor dead Willie and how I’ll never know if it was the crapatcular movie that killed my bird.